Sleepy Sunday morning, afternoons in the sunMonday is waiting, waiting it's turnDaylight has wilted,And even though our sky has clearedTime won't hesitate to burn away

Sleepy Sunday morning on an island far awayNights spent gazing up at the starsTides of tomorrow, will they bring or wash awayOur love-filled dreams of paradise?

All the world around us is ocean blueSo tell me, dear, is it true:The more that you know, the less you believe in?Tides of tomorrowHow they ebb and they flow!

What a summer day, full of summer waysIt rains so warm here, I can't believeCounting constellations in the tropical skiesChimes likes thousands of wet, teary eyesSummer comes and goes, and who could ever knowIf this, indeed, is our last one together!Tides of tomorrow, will they bring or wash awayOur love-filled dreams of paradise?

All the world around us is ocean blue

So tell me, dear, is it true:The less that you know,The more you believe in?Tides of tomorrowHow they ebb and how they flow!